◤ "𝑶𝒉, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆?
𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒄𝒖𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒆."◢
↳ The one where y/n can't stand
Osamu Miya, the owner of the Onigiri shop next door that's...
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One drink turned into two; two turned into... maybe four? You had lost count at this point, but the liquid courage was definitely necessary for you to be able to calm your nerves around someone like Kenji Nakamura. When else would you have a chance to meet one of your idols, let alone have him offer to sit in your company and buy you a drink?
His smile was radiant, as expected from someone with money and societal fame— his shoulder length, ebony tresses pulled up neatly together in a bun atop his head, save for a few strands that framed his gorgeously sharp dark brown eyes. His plump lips glossed with the residual of his chilled liquor, bowed cutely above a small beauty mark that sat just beneath the corner of his smirking mouth.
If you had thought he was handsome before, which of course, you did... it didn't hold a candle to how gorgeous he was up close and in person. It made you impeccably nervous to be in the presence of someone like himself, no matter how down to earth he seemed in front of you now.
"So, you said you're here for my culinary workshop?" He asks calmly, the clink of his glass hitting the bar countertop as he sets it down beckons your attention.
You answer him promptly, trying not to show that you've become a bit tipsy trying to keep up with the man who's had just as many drinks as you, but otherwise seems unfazed.
